I met her after two days. A very quixotic evening with beautiful flowers, small small butterflies & sparrows flying all around. I still remember she had that extra touch to keep her lawn 'the best'. Btw our talking I asked...
" Where is that flower?"
"Flower???" *bolt from the blue*
" That red rose I gave ? "
"aahh..thatt.....!! " *smile* *shy*
"What you did with that?"
"Why? Why are you asking?"
"To know, whether you have stamped it out or not?"
"What if, I Rose?" *impish*
"ohh nothing...!! I gave away my heart to you in that...!!"
I never knew those words I mouthed had so much philia on her. It triggered a f
Our clumsy fingers, fumbled along with the zipper sounds & barricades of buttons and hooks.... The vigarous deduct of our clothes and jostling them aside...
The scattered clothes all around, a testimonial to the love we made...